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02: Sympathy for the Daleks and their Maker.

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[A somewhat familiar face, withered as a mummy's and eyeless makes a sudden reappearance on people's device screens. Save for the eerie blue shine of the camera eye that serves as his vision, Davros is framed in near complete darkness. Only the faint outline of cables all around him and the occasional whirl of machines in the background would indicated that he is not outdoors.]

Greetings to you all, my fellow citizens of this fair world of Genessia. I trust my visage does not still distress you too overly much. For those who have yet to meet me or our new arrivals, I should reintroduce myself....

[The modulated voice is soft as if not wanted to cause alarm or offense and almost sorrowful in way.]

I am Davros of the planet Skaro who once lead his people into a glorious rebirth as a new and better race and I suppose the time has come when I must try to so-so-social-

[He struggles to get out the word as if it is painful to do so...]

Socialize with you all.

[The one hand of silvery metal that he has seems to be trembling.]

You must forgive my anxiety... Even though I find all of you to be most fascinating creatures who I have observed in silent solitude these past few months and that the scientist and scholar in me would love to thoroughly examine each and every one of you, old behavioral habits die hard. We, Kaleds tended to fear anything that was different from us. I like to think I helped my people overcome that flaw... But I am digressing here on the main subject here.

My patron, the Lady Mother Brain who so generously provided me with lodgings and resources is gone. And though there is no danger at the moment of not living in a manner I am unaccustomed to, I still wish to find new residence elsewhere with one of you if you'd let me. More then that...

[The sorrow in that electronic voice seems to increase tenfold.]

I wish to be of service to all of you... I have such knowledge, such expertise in all matters of administrative and scientific that could befit your lives. That is the only solace in the life of an old man who lived far longer than he should have while enduring much suffering and many setbacks.

I even considered running for the position of Guardian here... But I know with my...  appearance, I would not win. That and certain parties who I shall not name will make the endeavor impossible for me. But nevertheless I will offer my aid to those who still hold office or will be elected to it.

More than that, I ask for...

[He struggles with the words again.]

Kindness.... Acceptance.... Mercy... for myself and my children if they ever were to arrive here.

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[Rose laughs to herself a bit as he stammers over the word "socialize" but he recovers with such aplomb she winds up applauding.]

Well done!

But people here don't care how you look. If you're not too worried about it being a trap, you can stop by Haunted Eatings in Everglade and get a look at more of the locals.

Unlike daleks, most species don't believe in uniform conformity. Didja ever consider that might be a bit of a design flaw? I'm told the reason humans exist to the end of time is because we get out and dance with every other species in the universe.

Miss Taylor.

[Of course, she'd be the first to respond. Of course. But his mask must not crack with annoyance. ]

My Daleks are to be kept out of criticism for the duration of my stay here, please. Let us just say that future is always on the verge of being rewritten and not push the subject matter any further.

[He can't say his real views without giving away the game here so he'll move the goal posts and not engage in a debate that is not favorable to him at the moment.]

I shall go to this Haunted Eatings though... I know you and the Doctors wish to... avoid dragging this entire world into wars of the past for all parties involved.

[That doesn't mean new conflicts can't still be created here in the right time... If his children ever do come for him once more.]

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Tyler. Rose.

[You said you wanted to be friends!!!]

Ya.

So you got a patron though, that's nice! Whatcha workin' on? Or is it top secret? [Is she ACTING innocent, or is she dumb? ONE OF THOSE.]

It has been many years since The Crucible for me. Remembering how your name was pronounced was one of my lesser concerns. The elderly are allowed to be forgetful.

[Only if you are useful to him in this situation.]

She wanted weapons and the like but they will be scrapped now with her departure. There is not much use in them for myself really to finish the constructions.

[There is not much harm in telling truth in this case.]

I am merely applying my trade and if one is to be no longer being rewarded for it, then one quits.

[See, just making a living.]

Just fixing it. I mean you don't want me going around callin' you Darvoz right?

[She TRIES and FAILS MISERABLY at hiding the wince about the weapons.]

I mean normally I'd offer you a job, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to deal with the restrictions I'd put in place, yeah? Or have me lookin' over your shoulder askin' dumb questions. The Doctor humors me, but only because otherwise I'd poke things I shouldn't.

Hallo, Davvy, you old tosser. Are you coming to my Christmas Party? [he doesn't have one yet, but now it's practically an obligation]

[And here is the one possible version of the Doctor who can see through his performance of being a lonely old man, having already been though it before.... Well, there is also that woman who appeared recently but she is still an unknown variable to him at the moment.]

I shall never understand why you insist on honoring traditions not of your own culture but very well, I suppose that I might.

[He sounds so resigned to the idea of not getting anything past you, 12.]

[All The weakness of naive idealism and petty moral sentimentality was in that wince.]

I think best that I not accept even if you did offer... Your version of the Doctor. He is most protective of you. The last thing I want to do is give him reason to doubt my intentions here.

And I tend to work best unhindered.

My version... [Closes eyes and snorts. All Doctor is her Doctor, but LET'S NOT START THAT AGAIN.]

[BRIGHT SMILES.] Yeah probably! What is it they say? Life finds a way? [Doesn't just listening to her make your teeth ache?]

[More than you can image... Though that is but a small pain compared to what he has suffered before in the past like being conscious for 90 years of suspended animation.]

That is does... And in often unexpected ways. That both the Time Lords and The Daleks live now once again as a testament to that.

[And he'll need to fix that but time to change the subject...]

Is that woman with hair as fair as yours, indeed the Doctor's newest regeneration?

[Rose had a hand in that, but she'd rather not say so, given what the Master did to Jack for her "can't let people die"-ness flaw...]

Mm, she's who she says she is! Have you spoken with her yet? [Or did he just see her speaking Gallifreyan to the others?]

[All of them can see through it, Davros. A few just like to delude themselves. Hope springs eternal]

Because it's fun... And who knows. You could come to enjoy it. We could even go a wassailing.

[Frankly, he's almost surprised you didn't choke on those last few words, Davros. He smiles as he replies, but there's something wary and hard underneath that smile.

Seven wearing a Five suit, if you like.]

Oh, hello again, never do stay tucked away for long, do you, well, don't worry, plenty to do to help, in fact, I'd be more than happy to lend a hand or two for old times' sake, a familiar face to help you feel at home, well, yeah, face isn't that familiar, but I s'pose faces in general don't really seem like home, do they, never mind, that, though, offer still stands.

[Because he's 99.9% sure you're up to some kind of atrocious hijinks.

......and if not, that's something he wants to see in person.

............but mostly, he's pretty sure about the hijinks.]

In the mean time, I've got just one question for you, Davros, just one.

[The Doctor leans forward, his expression growing more serious, almost verging into grim, as he peers into the screen.]

D'you have someplace, yet?

[How painful it must be to remain an eternal optimist.]

I have not the voice for it. And I would be tempted to tell children that the mythological figure that brings them presents is but a lie.

[This is as flippant as he can possibly be.]

[Ah, the one he has no prior experience with. Still he knows that look from before. Being trick to blow up your own planet leaves an impression you seldom forget.]

Come now, Doctor. We can be truthful about the past. You need't pretend to be anything other than my enemy if you wish not to believe that circumstances force me to change. I just ask that we don't resume the Time War here.

[Yes, he is up to something but it's plan that many take quite some time to even get near fruition. And perhaps he may abandon it if the Daleks aren't out there looking for him. This shall be his Trenzalore in a way.]

Miss Tyler has suggested a place to start but if you are willing to offer me space in your Tardis if it is here with you, then I might consider...

[He knows you won't.]

[Even without knowing what Davros is truly like, there's a certain performative quality to the way he's talking about all of this, that Phibrizzo has to sit back and enjoy the show. He's not going to fault the man. He puts on his own act. Such is the benefit of taking a child's form.]

Hi again, mister! I'm one of the people who's running for Guardian! How many kids do you have?

[It's that strange youth who ask him to build a floating house for "magical research." Davros still hasn't decided if the boy is simply mad or more than he seems.]

As many as the stars in the universe are my Daleks.

[Only a very slight exaggeration of numbers there.]

[You know, she had been content to just boggle-eye at the video feed silently from the TARDIS without sending a reply. Perhaps he hadn't seen her own message on the network when she'd first arrived? If she replied without him knowing about her before-hand, then it would be losing her the advantage of surprised.

But then he just had to mention her by face, and she just couldn't help herself anymore.]

Oh, do you mean me? [The grin she gives him is so wide, so manic, it threatens to split her face in two.] Hello, Davros, long time no see! How're the kids? Have any of your family followed you here, too? It would certainly be sad for you to be all on your own! Me, I've got so many of my family back, here, it's just great! Everyone should have family.

[Anyone else might have thought she was just an overly excitable, possibly-unhinged woman greeting someone from back home, especially with the way he seemed so intent on making the locals view him as a friend, and the way she forced such a cheerful, chirpy tone to her voice. He would know better, however. They'd played this game far too often for it to be mistaken for anything then what it was. You're alone, and there are lots of me and mine. We're watching you, and we're not fooled.]

Doctor... [FROWN.] Don't be mean.

[You know the mean old man experimented on his family to make his children into psychotic caste-restricted serial killers :( Sure that was his own choice, but still, it's sad that he misses them. Even though they're daleks.]

Wow. You're a busy man. My parents stopped at five kids. Where do you keep all of them?

Who says it is? There are plenty of things which no one believes in any more that prove to be true. And some random old man with a face like a diseased lemon, no offense, is going to convince kids of much of anything.

[The Doctor flashes a wry, almost grim smile at the line about being truthful about the past. When was the last time either of them wasn't spinning a yarn about who they were and what they'd done and why?]

That really where you want to stay, in a TARDIS?

[If ever there was somewhere a Time Lord could build a perfect prison with the least possible effort... ...not that he's going to say that explicitly, because Davros surely knows, himself.]

...it's got more than a few flights of stairs, you know, y'might have a little trouble getting about.

[Maybe just a bit of a stealth-dig at a particular scientist's priorities, camouflaged as a polite warning.]

And I haven't seen you change in the last sev'ral centuries, if there's anything Daleks are really good at it's ultimately not changing, well... that, or finding a way to continue the war. But if you remember that war, you know I tried to save you, more than once, so don't you worry, Davros, I'm not your enemy, any more than ev'ryone here is.

[It's said quite sincerely, if a bit saltily. After all, they both know everyone else there probably is Davros's enemy, whether they know it yet or not. At least, once he figures out a way to start reviving the Daleks.]

And you're not about to left on the street.

[The smile doesn't disappear, but it shifts slightly. She's not looking manic anymore, so much as...thinly-veiled sardonic. Not at Rose, never at Rose, but at Davros, and the situation.]

I'm not bein' mean, Rose! I - [She points at her face, gestures to the whole of it in a circle.] - am a kind Doctor. I'm just sendin' my condolences to our friend here. I understand how hard it can be, bein' all on your own.

Yes, it can.

[Peers at and makes gestures!!] I'm watching you! So you better be good for goodness sake.

[Her chin goes right back to resting on the palm of her hand as she smirks at Rose, chortling in the back if her throat in a way that isn't at all flirtatious-sounding. Not at all.]

Yes ma'am, Miss Santa Ma'am.

[Aaaand then she suddenly remembers who else is watching this thread and clears her throat, putting on her serious face and sitting up straighter.]

Ohnay irtingflay ilewhay unepray eadhay isway atchingway, Rose Tyler.

[Look! She's been on Earth so long, she's fluent in even the fake languages! Bet Davros has never learned that one!]

[She has to cross her eyes, stick out her tongue and TAKE A LITTLE BIT TO FIGURE IT OUT. She knows it's pig-latin of course, but that doesn't mean she's "fluent..."]

Oi!! Irtingflay?! [All red!]

On't-day ebb-ay uh... ean-may! [CROSS-EYED AGAIN. She and Mickey never did this as kids and it shows.] Is-hay ead-hay is-way ot-nay at-thay eird-way. Or-fay [Waves hands!] aliens... anyway-ay.

Ms. "I could wind up with two heads. Or no heads."

[She watches Rose try with a look that's threatening to be amused, even though she's supposed to be serious and stoic right now. Her eyebrows raise as she waits for her to figure out each word, as if to silently say "Come on, you can do it!"

And then Rose drops the pig-latin altogether, and it's like there's an explosion of sound and movement from the Doctor's side. She sputters loudly, and the camera whips around wildly before making a bouncing thud, like it's flying across a rugged floor. As if she just threw the phone across the room.

More thumping can be heard, even after it comes to a stop, more sputtering and even a loud snort, and for a brief moment, the view moves again before quickly switching over to a locked setting only Rose would be able to view.

And then she's wheezing. Loud, barking laughter that echoes across the room. Part of her is absolutely offended! But something about the combination of Rose's verbal stumbling and her tiny tantrum, and the actual mental image her own centuries-old words put into her head when they're thrown back at her make it impossible not to laugh!

When she settles enough to be able to breath again and lifts the phone up to try and glare back at Rose, she's curled up in a heap on the rug, a few feet from the chair she'd been sitting in only moments before.]

How dare you! That's different, and you know it! Rose Tyler, I am so offended right now!

[Yeah, she says that despite the fact that she absolutely can't keep the grin off of her face for two seconds or stop collapsing into a giggling mess every other breath.

For what it's worth, she is actually appalled at being compared to Davros in that way. She'll put on her serious face again in a moment, just give her a tick, please.]

[Rose would be more chuffed, but it's just so cute!!]

[And the mental image of Big-Ears and leather jacket, Fluffy, Bowtie, and Guitarist all doing the same thing, because in a way, they are, completely warms her, head to toe.]

Yeah, you sure look it. [Rose's own face gives away how much that is a lie.]

[She tried to regain her composure, letting out a long, slow breath to force her laughing to stop for long enough to be able to put back up an offended, serious face, though the small quirk of her lips made it impossible to hide her amusement completely even if she'd cared enough to.]

I am, very much, you are grounded. [From what? Yeah. Uh. She'll come up with something later. Her thoughts took a small turn, though, which helped her keep her composure, more thoughtful and serious then amused.] Though t'be honest, it's not like ol' three-eyes didn' know, regardless. Not him I have t'keep appearances for. He's tryin' t'make people feel sorry for 'im. No one but our people know what he's capable of, here. We can' let 'im out of our sight or let him let his guard down. [And her nose curled just a little as she sat up on the rug, her chin resting on an elbow atop her knee.] An' can't let everyone else see a strong, impudent woman tauntin' what they think is a frail, harmless old man.

...Can' let 'im think he can hurt you t'get t'me, either. So. Prob'ly best not to...oh, who'm I kiddin'? If he didn' think you were my weakness centuries ago, he'da been losin' his grip.

[She's beginning to look very, very unhappy. Very worried.]

'S why his "children" [Yes, those were verbal air quotes.] tried t'use you before. I'd be foolish t'think he won' try it again.

You can't ground me! I'm your boss!! [Laughing so hard.]

[Eyeroll.] Outsmart him then.

[And her face goes blank a bit as the Doctor calls Rose her weakness. Well then.]

[But she narrows her eyes about being used by the daleks. Hardly.] Doctor. No one can use me. Not even you. I do what I want. I just happen to not want daleks to be genocided. As I recall, you exiled someone to another universe over that, yeah?

Have more faith in the people here. Everyone who winds up here is coming from usually exceptional circumstances, so they can both be empathetic, and not let their guards down, yeah?

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